#ler!hamilton

Hey guys! This is just a small cutesy lil fic based on two prompts.

Dedicated to @randommusicaltickles

Fandom: Hamilton

(Washingdad and Burr as promised xx)💗💗

Washington had invited Hamilton and Burr to attend a meeting. Sounds simple enough. Just your average political meeting, nothing out of the ordinary.

Except for the fact that rarely anyone got Burr and Hamilton in the same room together,  let alone discussing with one another in a scheduled meeting. It wasn’t because the two hated each other, no, it was just because they had opposite. personalities. Hamilton was hyper, Burr was reserved. Hamilton had fantasies, Burr was practical. Hamilton talked and talked for hours, Burr like to talk less. In fact, he had never wanted Hamilton to shut his mouth more than in this specific moment.

“So you are just afraid of insects?”, Hamilton asked, amused, and wanting to see how long Burr could lie for. “Yes”, Burr replied, “Retched creatures”. This had all stated when the two were waiting for Washington, both arriving early to the meeting. Hamilton had decided to pick a little fun with him and yelled out, “Spider!”, clawing his fingers on the back of his neck. Yet he didn’t shriek, he just jumped forward with a snort. A snort. No, Hamilton knew that this wasn’t simply a fear of insects.

“So that's really all?”, Hamilton questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Yes”, Burr replied, trying to stay calm and collected. “But what if I did this?”, Hamilton remarked, leaning forward and scribbling his fingers on Burr’s sides. “Si-hir”, he cackled, wiggling forward.

Hamilton grinned, “Your ticklish”

“Am not”

“Are too”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Burr just sighed and shook his head, “Just drop it, Alexander. Don’t be so childish”. Hamilton grinned wider, “So you are”. “I-I never said that”. “Well are you?” “Just drop it!” Hamilton just chuckled to himself, “Nothing to be ashamed of Burr, we are all a little ticklish”. “Shut it!” Hamilton gasped and put a hand to his chest, “Is that any way to talk to your fellow man?” Hamilton softly nudged Burr on to the carpet and climbed on top of him, wiggling his fingers in the air above his belly threataningly.

Burr squeaked and squirmed a little, “Oh-ho fihine. I aham ti-hicklish”. Hamilton flashed him a goofy grin, “Okay! That means I have every reason to do this!”. As soon as Hamilton’s fingers made contact with the soft fabric over Burr’s shirt, he began laughing.

“Nohoho! Stahahap! Ahahahalex!”

That was when George walked into the room, yet unfortunately for Burr, Hamilton was too engrossed in his victim to notice. “How ‘bout here?”, Hamilton asked teasingly, lightly shoving Burr’s arm to the left, giving him access under it. Burr shrieked and squirmed faster.

“NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT IHIHIN FRONT OHOF WAHAHAHASHINGTON!” 

Hamilton’s fingers immediately came to a halt at that, as he turned around to see none other than president George Washington standing by the door. Hamilton looked sheepishly up at him, and slowly stood up.

Yet Washington didn’t look that disappointed, rather, he looked amused. A small smirk spread. across his face. “It’s a pleasure to see you two getting along”, he stated, Burr and Hamilton both blushing. Washington chuckled to himself, gesturing for Burr to say something. “Erm, um, Hamilton started it!”, he stuttered. “Oh gentlemen! Let’s not turn this into a fight!”, Washington exclaimed, “What matters is that you two are getting along”. The two men just nodded at that. “Now”, said Washington, “You two best be heading home”. “What?!”, the two men remarked at once. Washington smiled and slowly shook his head, “What, you didn’t really think I would call you two in fo an actual meeting alone did you? No, I just wanted you two to start getting along better, for the sake of the future of all of us. AndI think I have succeeded”, Washington stated. The two men stood in awe and shock as Washington turned around. Hamilton decided to be a little cheeky, and just as Washington was about to leave the door, gave Burr’s ribs a little poke. Burr squeaked and jumped, causing Washington to turn around. 

“Come on Hamilton, don’t kill the man!”, Washington said, amused. “Oh come on daaaad, I mean, Washington, sir”. Washington just smiled, “I just wanted to make sure that you don’t cross any boundaries, son. I am familiar with the concept that after a certain amount of time, tickling could become rather unpleasant, and we certainly don’t want that”. Burr blushed deeply, “N-no,  Washington, sir. I’m a strong man, I can handle whatever this guy throws at me. Plus, I’m not even that, err, sensitive, Washington, sir”. Washington chuckled, “Oh really Aaron? Well you seemed rather sensitive to me!” Burr shook his head, “Nahhhh”. Hamilton smiled brightly, “Oh come on, what’e you tryna hide Burrrrr?” 

Then, all of a sudden, Hamilton softly nudged Burr on to the carpet once again, and started teasing his ribs. 

“WAHAHA NOHOHO!”, Burr cried, as Hamilton dug in to the sensitive skin between the bones. Hamilton looked up at Washington, “Care to help me, dad?” Washington grinned, “With pleasure son! Say Burr, where else are you sensitive?” “BAHAHAHA NO WASHINGTON DOHOHOHN’T!” 

Washington flashed him a cheesy grin, “How about here?”, he spidered his fingers across Burr’s neck. Burr yelped and resumed his laughing, “NOHOHOHT THEHEHERE!” “Than where Burr?”, Hamilton teased, “Here?”. Hamilton squeezed his knees. “NOHOHOHO!” This went on for quite some time, the two of them tickling the man to bits, jumping from tickle spot to tickle spot. Usually, there wasn’t time for such shenanigans, but it was nice to just have a bit of fun once in a while. Though after a bit, Burr was getting a little tired, and the two men had to stop. 

Burr panted for a few moments, the three of them silent fo a few moments. Than, after a while, the three broke the silence with loud cackles of joy. “Thahahat was soho mehehehan!”, Burr laughed. “Washington, sir. I didn’t know you could be so playfuhuhuhll!”,  Hamilton remarked, smiling at the other two.  “Yeah!”, Burr added, “Youhour a full on tihickle mohonster!”

“Oh”, Washington said, “It was pretty easy to find your worst spots to be honest. They are pretty much the same as mi-”, Washington stopped, realising his mistake. 

The other two grinned, “What was that, Washington, sir?”

“Ermmm, nothing”

Editted by: @lessangrypapercollector

Requested by: @randomgirlwholovestoreadatthree

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Thomas didn't exactly know what had gotten him into the situation he was currently in. He had somehow gotten stuck in a window, trying to impress his boyfriend and best friend. Both of them were laughing at his misfortune, much to Thom’s annoyance.

It all started a few hours before this moment. Thomas, James, and Alex we're all hanging out at Thom's place, playing board games and building a fort. They talked,joked, and poked fun at each other. That is, until the dreaded game was mentioned.

What game could possibly be this horrible that it made James shudder? The worst and most brutal game to ever exist! Your life was at the hands of your friends! How horrifying! It was….Truth or dare! Well, at least the game got that bad for the trio. Despite this fact,Alex had attempted to start the game.

"Truth or dare? Oh no, no no no. There is no way in hell I'm playing that damned game." Thomas said with a dramatic flare and crossed his arms, squinting at his boyfriend who just rolled his eyes.

"Oh stop being dramatic!" Alexander groans and shakes his head, rolling over onto his back and looking at the ceiling of the pillow fort. "Truth or dare isn't that bad!"

"That's coming from someone who hasn't had to lick a toilet seat. " James dead pans and stares Alex down, who laughs nervously.

"That- doesn't sound too bad! C’moonnn! There's literally nothing else to doooo!" He pouts a little, which got a chuckle from Thomas, and he shakes his head. 

"Y'know what? Fine, I'll play."

"Traitor!" James huffed, looking a bit betrayed.

"Oh stop being such a chicken, Jem."

The boy in question scrunches his nose up at the immature insult, furrowing his eyebrows and crossing his arms.  "Really? Name calling? We're stooping that far? Fine. I'll play. But just to see you two suffer." He cracks a smile, which gained worried chuckles from the other two

So the game begun! The three went around, calling truths or dares; mainly dares because they're definitely not chicken or anything. Some of which included Alex managing to fit a whole raw egg in his mouth, Thomas having to show them a video of him back in the sixth grade singing "Chandelier" into a hair brush, and James being forced to allow the other two to do his makeup. This, of course, ended disastrously, and Jefferson and Hamilton nearly choked from how hard they laughed at the sight.

After a few more rounds James turned to the tall southerner and asked the dreaded question, "Truth or dare, Thommy?"

"Truth."

That response got a loud gasp from both of them and a scoff following it from the asker.

"Alright if you wanna play that game, is it true that you're a coward?"

"Me? A coward? No! How could you even ask that question?!"

"Then prove it, coward."

James’ challenge made Thomas' face a little red in anger.  He marched into the main part of the living room, opened a window, and started to climb through.

See, this wouldn't seem dangerous to a normal person; until you take into account how big Thomas was for a fifteen year old. He couldn't possibly make it through that window, and the other two quickly noticed that.

"U-Uh.... honey? I don't t-think that's a- uhm...a good idea-" Alex laughs nervously as he watches his boyfriend climb head first through the window. Thomas ignored him though, determined to prove them wrong. After a few more seconds of wiggling and struggling on Thomas’ part, James and Alex were astonished.

".. He actually made it through. What the fuck." James blinks as he watches the spectacle.

Everything was fine and dandy until Thomas let out a small grunt as his hips hit the metal frame of the window. That made him...nervous. He immediately tried to wiggle and squirm his way though, or at least back into the room, but much to his dismay, he couldn't.  

"Uuhh.. guys..” he says sheepishly, “I think I'm stuck."

There was silence in the room after he told them about his ordeal before those who weren’t stuck in the window started tolaugh their asses off. Thomas blushed bright red and cursed his choice of friends under his breath..

After a few seconds longer they calmed down and Alex let out  a small snort before walking over to the bottom half of his boyfriend."Alright, let's get this idiot free."

James grins and a mischievous glint could be seen in his eyes. "Wait wait wait,” he says, putting a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “I have a better idea." Thomas really, really didn't like his tone.

"What I'm sure your dearest boyfriend has yet to inform you of, is how dreadfully ticklish he is." James starts and stands on one side of the boy mentioned. He wiggles his fingers into Thomas’ exposed side, which caused a stream of giggles to pour from him. "See? Terribly ticklish. Oh, but don't let him fool you, he's sensitive just about everywhere~" He purrs and squeezes Thomas' thigh a good few times. This made Thomas laugh loudly, a flurry of snorts, pleas, and threats mixed in with his hysterics.

"I had no idea he was ticklish...and this whole time I've been basically letting him tickle me with no charge or consequence! Oh no no… this just won't do~" Alexander squeezes one of Thom's hips, which got a loud shriek from him.

"WAHAHAIT! Wa-Wahahait- Alex!! PleHEHEHEASE-!" The Virginian shrieks out as he felt nails start to lightly skim over his hips, the gentle feeling being unbearable for the poor kiddo. Alex smirks and keeps it up.

"Huh? What was that? I couldn't hear you over all this laughter! Such a shame, such a shame." He tsks as he draws agonizingly slow and light shapes into his boyfriend's hips. Meanwhile, James was wiggling his fingers across the small portion of exposed stomach, cooing at Thomas.

The combined feelings we're enough to get him laughing his heart out, squirming and trying to wiggle away from the feeling but to no avail. "NONONO- IHIHIHIHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY! DOHOHOHONT-"

"Don't? Don't what? " James hums in response, knowing good and well what kind of reaction he'd gain from his best friend. As he had predicted, Thomas let out an embarrassed squeak and his laughter getting louder.

"YOHOHOHOU AHAHALREADY KNOHOHOW Y-YOHOHOU JEHERK! "

"But do I? I really don't think I do.. "

"Oh.. oh my gosh.. can my dearest not say tickle? " The islander gasps dramatically, before grinning widely as he could hear the embarrassment on his boyfriend's voice. "Oh poor baby~ I'm gonna hold this above your head forever!"

All Thomas could really do at this point was hide his face in his hands and laugh his heart out as he was teased and tickled out of his mind. No matter how much he begged or pleaded with the two lers, it seemed to fall upon deaf ears.

They soon stopped as they heard Thomas' laughter fall silent, thankfully, though. The two gently turn him on his side and pull him right out of the window, easy as that. The poor boy was left in a giggly and out-of-breath mess on the floor; James scurried off to grab some water while Alex rubbed his back and comforted him.

Request from @lessangrypapercollector

“I have no weakness!”, Lee Burr!

Reblogs and likes would be much appreciated (:

“We need to target the man’s weaknesses”, Jefferson announced to the other two men that afternoon, “Hit him where it hurts most. Burr, so you happen to know any of Hamilton’s weaknesses?”. Madison and Jefferson turned to Burr, knowing that he used to have quite a strong friendship with Hamilton.

Burr groaned softly, “Thats the problem, he is his own weakness. His whole personality is weak”. Burr didn’t actually mean that, he just said it to impress the other two. What he didn’t know however, was that Hamilton was spying on the conversation from afar, and had heard every word.

Later that day, Burr walked over to Hamilton’s house. Running against him politically was difficult, as he didn’t want their friendship to end. He knocked twice, and Hamilton answered. The man wore a frown as soon as he saw who was at the door.

“Um, Alexander”, he said awkwardly, knowing by the look Hamilton was giving him that he was mad, but not knowing why. “Aaron Burr, sir”, Hamilton responded dryly, “Shallowest of men. What is it?” “I just want to catch up”, Burr stated, “How have you been, Alexander?”. “Strong”, Hamilton replied, “Strong as ever”. Burr smiled faintly, “Iv’e been feeling rather weak lately actually, working with Madison and Jefferson is rather draining”. 

“Really?”, Hamilton said, “Because it sounded today like you were getting on just fine!” 

“What do you mean?”, Burr asked, genuinely confused.

Hamilton eyed him with an ice-cutting glare: “I heard you call me weak”

Burr suddenly snapped. Of course, Hamilton was spying on his meetings! He shook his head, “I only said that to impress the other two. I’m really sorry, I meant nothing by it”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because I am your friend Alexander, thats why”

Hamilton turned his head away, considering this for a moment. He sighed, “Fine, I believe you. Come in Burr”

The two drank coffee at Hamilton’s dining table, chatting about life and how it was going for the two of them.

“Also, it’s good that I said what I said”, Burr said, stirring a spoon in his mug, “Because otherwise, I would have had to tell them your actual weaknesses”. Hamilton crossed his arms, “Like what?” Burr grinned, “Your fear of Owls!” Hamilton chuckled and shook his head, “And what would they do with that information Burr? Hide an owl under my pillow? I don’t even think that Jefferson knows what an owl is!”. The two men laughed, they enjoyed chatting like this. “And if you told them that, I’d just tell them about your weaknesses!”, Hamilton exclaimed. Burr crossed his arms, mimicking Hamilton’s actions from earlier, “What weaknesses? I don’t have any!”.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“You sure?”

“Name one!”

Hamilton grinned cheekily, a light sparkling in his eyes, which made Burr nervous instantly. 

“Uh, Alexander, what are you thinking?”

Hamilton smiled brighter, “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how I could demonstrate one of your weaknesses right now”.

Burr nervously stood up, “Which one?”

Hamilton stood up to be at eye level with him: “How ticklish you are”.

As soon as the words left the mans mouth, Burr ran. 

He darted out the door, and up Hamilton’s staircase. He had a huge smile of anticipation on his face as he ran, knowing that eventually, Ham would have to catch up to him. He made it to the end of a dead-end corridor, and cussed under his breath. Hamilton grinned evily, “Uh-oh Burr, looks like you’ve been cornered!”

Burr sighed, “Just, please don’t go for my ribs, okay?”

Hamilton grinned wider, had Burr done that on purpose? Surely the man was smart enough to know that asking somebody not to tickle a certain spot would only make the other person more encouraged to do so. Yes, as it turns out, the man was smart enough. He blushed deeply, knowing what was to come. It was super stressful hanging out with Madison and Jefferson, this would be a good stress reliever. Hamilton slowly creeped over to Burr menacingly. “So, you have no weakness, huh?”. 

Burr was getting impatient; “Just do it Alexander!”

As soon as the words left his lips, he cupped a hand over his mouth. Crap, he should not have said that. He felt like sinking into the floor. 

“Do what?”

“L-let me go?”

“Huh! Nice try!”

And with that, Hamilton went straight for the kill, Burr’s ribs. He squealed and began shrieking with laughter instantly.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHALEHEHEX!”

“Yes Burr?”, Hamilton inquired, wiggling his fingers between the ribs.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Wow!”, Hamilton remarked, “For someone who doesn’t have any weaknesses, you sure seem pretty weak right now!”

“NOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIT!”

“Hey!”, Hamilton exclaimed, “Language!”

He lifted his fingers, much to Burr’s unpleasant pleasant surprise. “Swearing will not be tolerated in my house!”, Hamilton remarked, crossing his arms.

“It’s, it’s not such a bad word”, Burr reasoned. 

Hamilton smiled cheekily and gently pushed Burr to the ground and grinned down at him wickedly. “I repeat, swearing will not be tolerated in this house! Now, I ask you, how many ribs does a man have?”

Burr’s eyes widened, “No Alexander, don’t-”

Hamilton wiggled his finger over Burr’s top left rib, “One”. 

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHA!”

“Two”

“DAHAHAHAHMNIT HAHAHAH!”

“Three....hey, stop moving around so much, you’ll make me lose count!”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

“Oh well”, Hamilton sighed with a shrug, “Too bad, I guess we’ll have to start again from on-”

“What is going on here?”, Eliza asked from the other end of the hall, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. Crap, Burr hoped that she hadn’t seen that. He softly caught his breath as Hamilton turned around to face his wife. “Oh, hi honey, I didn’t realise you’d be back so early. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Eliza let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Oh, I’m not surprised that you didn’t hear me over Burr shrieking with laughter! What have you done to the poor man?”

Burr blushed harder, “Erm, nothing, miss Hamilton”. Eliza just smiled at that, “Oh, don’t be embarrassed Burr, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry, my husband can get a little out of control at times”. “Hey!”, Hamilton whined in his defence, “He told me he had no weaknesses, and I thought it my duty to prove him wrong!” Eliza just nodded her head, “Well, I’ll leave you men to it”. 

“What?!”, Burr cried.

“Oh, you heard me”, Eliza said with a smirk, “If my husband is tickling you to tears to prove a point, I will let him do it”. Eliza swung around on her heels and left.

Burr looked up at Alexander, who had a dumbfounded expression on his face, before it turned mischievous.

“Well”, he said, “You heard my wife! Back to one!”

“No-AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

“One”

“STOHOHOHOP!”

“Really?”, Hamilton asked, ”Why would I stop, I’m only up to one!”

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Plus, I don’t even think you want me to stop anyway”, he teased, spidering his fingers up down the other mans ribs and torso. 

Burr hated to admit it, but the man was right. 

The tickling continued for quite some time; Hamilton switching between pokes and light squeezes and spidering and clawing every few seconds, making it impossible to predict his next move. It tickled like hell, and all that Burr could do was let go and laugh. Yet still, it got to be a little too much after a while, and Hamilton seemed to notice, because he stopped.

Burr sat up, panting, and Hamilton lifted him to his feet. “Need a drink?”, he offered. Burr just shook his head, giggles still escaping his lips. “Nohoh, juhust coffee”. 

“Just coffee?”, Hamilton clarified in disbelief.

Burr nodded, “Just coffee”

Hamilton softly nudged his side, making him squeak, “Theres another weakness of yours Burr, coffee!”

This is a Hamilton tickle fic that is wayyy too long. Prompted by an anon,

Summary: Jefferson and Hamilton have a sour relationship, until one interaction changes everything.

Platonic Jamilton

Saturdays were Thomas Jefferson’s favourite day of the week.

No woking nine hours a day, no cabinet meetings. The fate of a Saturday was entirely in the hands of Jefferson himself. 

Yet for Alexander Hamilton, it was a very different story. 

See, Hamilton worked Non-Stop. He worked form the crack of dusk till the break of dawn. He wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote. He tried to make time for his wife and son, but it never really worked out. Hamilton was sure that after three more weeks of working this hard, he would finally have enough time to bond with his family again. The day of the week made no difference to Alexander, he just worked and worked.

It was a Saturday morning, and Hamilton was, of course, writing furiously at his desk. He heard a knock at his door. He groaned softly: “Yes dear?”.

Eliza stepped into the room, “Good morning Alexander. You have a strange visitor-”

“Who are you calling strange?”, Hamilton heard a sour voice interrupt, which was coming from the outside of his office. He groaned more audibly: “What is it Jefferson?”

The tall, skinny man walked in, “Look Alexander, I’m not looking to pick a fight. I’m just here to pick up something that I left here a few months ago, when we had that meeting”.

Hamilton snickered: “If a possession as vile as yours were to be in my office for such a period of time, I would have noticed by now. Go looking somewhere else, but not here”.

Jefferson chuckled, “Man! As I said, I’m not here to pick a fight! It is just a small notebook, coloured green, it had nothing in it”.

Alexander opened his mouth to blurt something in response, yet Eliza widened her eyes from the office doorway, gesturing for him to not pick a fight with the man. It just wasn’t worth it. He sighed: “Fine Jefferson, look, but be quiet!”. Thomas smiled and ventured further into the small room, Eliza staying by the doorway just incase. Suddenly, there was a pounding of feet charging towards the two men from the hallway,.

“Pops! Your office door is open!”; Philip came charging towards his dad like a rhino, jumping into his lap. Alexander was a little annoyed, but still, Philip was too bright and sweet to be mad at. 

“Sorry Philip, pops is working”. “But the door was open!”, Philip stated, “You said that if the door was open, it meant-”. 

“Sorry son”, Hamilton interrupted him, “These are different circumstances”. 

He leaned down to kiss Philip’s forehead, “Please leave my office my love”. Philip smiled up at his father and kissed his nose, which was when the small boy noticed the presence of: “Jefferstupid?”

Hamilton gasped, embarrassed at what his son had just blurted out. Philip just giggled from the side of his father’s chair.

Jefferson raised an eyebrow: “So, is that what you told him my name was, Hamilton?”. Alexander opened his mouth to speak. “It’s okay”, Jefferson interrupted dryly, “He’s just a kid. And I must admit, I can be stupid at times”.

Hamilton grumbled, “Just leave my damn office please. The notebook your looking for isn’t here”.

Jefferson rolled his eyes, “Five more minutes please, Hamilton?”.

Hamilton snapped, “Fine! But if your not out by five I’ll, I’ll...”

“He’ll tickle you!”, Philip exclaimed, a huge smile on the freckled boys face. Hamilton and Jefferson both blushed at the mention of the word, which only made Philip grin wider.

“You know what”, Hamilton said with a smirk,”I don’t think Philip’s idea is such a bad one”. Philip clapped his hands together: “Yayyy!”

Jefferson tilted his head to the side, “You can’t be serious Hamilton”.

Hamilton grinned, “Oh, I am serious. If you are not out of here in five minutes, I’ll tickle you while you make a speech”.

Jefferson thought for a moment, “But if I find it in this room before that time is up, I’ll tickle you while you make a speech. Yes?”

Hamilton grinned, he knew his office like the back of his hand, if he had a green blank notebook stuck in it for months, he would have known.

“Fine, but if you don’t find it in five minutes, I tickle you. Deal?”

Jefferson extended an arm, “Deal”. 

Eliza tilted her head down from the doorway, shocked at how childish the two boys were being. And as for Philip, he was just grinning the whole time.

So for the next five minutes, Alexander tried to stay concentrated on his work as Jefferson made loud hunting noises from all ends of the room. Philip watched from the doorway in awe and excitement, wondering who would win the deal. Eliza had long since left, feeling like this was a boys event. 

Suddenly, Philip started counting. 

“Ten”

“Wait, ten seconds already?!”

“Nine”

“Wait, no”

“Eight”

“Come on it has to be some-”

“Seven”

“Oh-”

“Six”

“Fuck!”

“Don’t swear my son is right-”

“Five”

“Shut up Hamilton!”

“Four”

“Shitshitshit”

“Three”

“Looks like you’ve lost”

“Two”

“Get out of the damn way Hamil-

“One”.

Hamilton and Philip both smirked at Jefferson, who was frozen in the middle of the room. 

“I told you that it wasn’t here”, Hamilton said, “Now please leave before I make you”.

Monday morning. Jefferson’s speech was about to start. No sign of Hamilton. Good. 

Jefferson stood above a small block, addressing the towns folk: “Uh-hum”.

They all looked up at him, and he cleared his throat. It was so cold, he thought, perhaps he should have worn something warmer.

“Good morning New Yorkers. It has recently come to my attention that, AHAWHA-”.

Jefferson jumped in the air, somebody had poked his sides from behind. He turned around, crap. Hamilton. Jefferson, blushing, cleared his throat. 

“My apolahahahaha nohoho Ahalex!”

Hamilton had started tickling under his arms, “Yohohohou stohohohop thihihihis!”.

“I won the bet Jefferson!”, Hamilton exclaimed, digging into the other’s stomach.

“SHIT- AHAHA NOHOHHO MY TUHUHUHUMMY!”

“You tummy?”, Hamilton teased, “What about it?”.

A larger crowd had gathered, which included Philip, who watched with the biggest grin on his face.

“ALEXAHAHAHAHNDEHEHER NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHAHESE YOHOHOHOUV’E PROHOHOHOVED YOHOHOHOHOUR POHOHOHOHINT!”

Hamilton chuckled and stopped, taking pity on the other man. Plus, he wasn’t very fond of tickling being used in this way. Tickling was something sweet and bondy, and he wanted to keep it that way. Why waste such a gift on Jefferson?

Thomas eyed Hamilton for a moment, hoping that he wouldn’t start again, before continuing as if nothing had happened. 

Hamilton disappeared into the crowd, finding his son and giving him a high-five. “Now”, he said, tugging at his son’s arm, “Lets get out of here”.

A week later, another Saturday morning had arrived, and snow began to fall outside Alexander’s office window. He sat at his desk with a cup of warm chocolate milk beside him, and scribbled across a piece of parchment. He heard a knock at the door.

“Come in”, he gestured for his wife.  Eliza opened the door slowly and stepped inside, “You have a visitor darling”. Alexander looked up from his work and groaned; not again. 

“Ah” Jefferson said, scratching a bit at his lion mane, “Do you mind having a small discussion?”.

Hamilton sighed, “Jefferson, I do not even make time to have discussions with my wife and son. Have you stopped to consider that your offer may be a little selfish?”.

Jefferson sighed back, “Look Hamilton, I’m not looking for trouble. Any trouble at all. In fact I, uh...” he trailed off, his face going a little red.

“You what?”, Hamilton asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I, uh, I wanted to thank you”.

Alexander looked up at his husband, gesturing for her to leave the room. She closed the door behind her.

“For what, Jefferson?”, Hamilton asked.

“For making me laugh when I was in a bad mood”, Thomas replied hesitantly.

Hamilton thought for a moment, before coming across what he might have been referring to. Suddenly, he shared the same blush as Jefferson. “You, you mean the, uh, ti- um, ti-”.

“ckling”, Thomas finished his sentence,”Yeah, uh, that”.

“I, uh, thought you hated that”

“N-no, I was having a rough day and it was, uh, nice”

“Okay...why exactly are you telling me this?”

“Because”, Thomas began, inhaling, “Because this feud we have, this hatred for one another, it has to end. It just has to. Can’t we at least just tolerate each other, please?”.

Hamilton was shocked. He had never before seen this side of Jefferson. Was this a trick? No, it looked sincere. Though Jefferson was prone to fibbing.  

“Why suddenly the change of heart Jefferson?”, Hamilton said with a chuckle.

Jefferson shook his head, “Look, I get that you don’t want to take me seriously, but...when you did that thing to me...it kind of made me feel like I had...a friend.”

“A friend that humiliates you in public? Surely you’ve lost your mind Jefferson. And lets not forget that I only did it because you lost a deal”.

“Just please”, Thomas said. Both men were sweaty. Both were blushing. Yet Alexander was better at hiding it. Jefferson extended a hand, “For the end of our rivalry”. “Not our political rivalry, but our relationship rivalry. I wouldn’t be against that”, Hamilton extended his arm. And just like that, they were both shaking.

When Jefferson shook Hamilton’s hand, he noticed how red it was. 

“Maybe”, Jefferson began,”As our first act of friendship, I could write for you. Just because your hand looks a little red, and I think your son is missing his daddy’s cuddles”.

So just like that, Philip was sitting on Hamilton’s lap as he embraced him and directed lines to Jefferson, who was sitting at the other’s desk and scribbling them down with his quill. Philip had a huge smile on his freckled face. Alexander stroked the young Hamilton’s bushy hair tentatively. 

After a few minutes, Hamilton offered to take over, and Jefferson smiled at him. “Thank you Thomas”, Alexander said, still hardly believing what had just happened. Jefferson chuckled at the other’s semi-shocked expression. He crouched down beside the boy in his father’s lap.

“You father works a lot, doesn’t he little one?”.

Philip giggled, “Oh yeah. Pops works all the time. That was the first time he’s had a break in ages! Thanks Jefferson!”. 

Jefferson grinned at him, “Your father did take a little break the other day, did you know that? Remember our bet, well he carried it out”.

Philip smiled, “Yeah, I was there watching”.

“Ya think I should get him back, little one?”

Philip grinned and hopped off his dad, “Yes”.

Thomas pounced on top of him, and grinned down at the shocked man.

And in a matter of seconds, he was digging his hands under Hamilton’s arms. Said man let out a scream before bursting into loud, strong laughter.

“JEHEHEHEHEHEFF NOHOHOHO!”

“No what Alexander? This is simply in the name of revenge”, Thomas smirked, drilling his thumbs into Hamilton’s hips. The other man’s laughter quieted down a bit.

“Phihihihilip, hehehehelp”

Philip ginned, “Sure thing pops”. He dug his little fingers into Jefferson’s sides from behind. Jefferson squealed. Philip giggled and tackled him over. And soon, the little boy was tickling two men at once.

“Wait-Philip-nohohohoho!”, Jefferson laughed as Philip scribbled the fingers of his right hand into his belly.

“Sohon nohoho”, Hamilton giggled as Philip used his left hand to attack his neck.

“Wow, look at me!”, Philip cried in triumph, “I have successfully gotten two men more than double my age begging below me!”.

He started squeezing both of the mens stomach’s. They shrieked at the same time, before they stated thrashing almost identically.

“PLELELELHEASE LITTLE OHOHONE!”

“NOHOHHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“HEHEHELP! SOMEBOHODY!”

“PIHIHIP NOHOHO!”

“SOMEBODY?!”

“EHEHEHLIHIHIHIZA!”

Eliza was just reading peacefully from the other room, and was very confused when she heard two shrieks of laughter. She walked into her husbands office and was shocked by the sight that greeted her. Philip turned his head, the biggest smile on his face.

“Look ma! They are both so ticklish!”

Eliza glared at him, “Philip, not the right time”.

Philip whined and stopped, “But maaaa, they’re friends now”.

Eliza just shook her head, “There is a time and place for tickling Philip. And now is not the appropriate time”.

Philip sighed as the two men sat up, panting.

“Uh, thanks Eliza”, Jefferson said, a little puffed out, “Now I should go”.

Jefferson left the room, closing the door behind him.

Alexander smiled up at his wife: “Why such a bad mood honey?”

Eliza groaned, ”You know why. Both of you. Stop acting so childish”.

But when Alexander and Philip smiled, Eliza couldn’t stop herself from smiling to. In fact, she chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you boys are having fun”. 

Stuck. Aaron was stuck. He was currently over Alex's house with the others for a sleepover but of course he just had to get stuck in his own shirt while putting his cute purple PJ's on. So he now he was helplessly trying to get free. Freezing when he heard a familiar snickering coming from the doorway.

"Alex! Help me!"

He says a bit frantically, blushing a little when Alex started laughing harder and got closer.

"Why should I? You got yourself into this!"

"Shut up! This is a serious matter!"

"Oh yeah. Definitely serious."

The older boy smirks, poking at Aaron's sides a bit. His smirk getting wider at the adorable giggles that came from the smaller of them.

"Ahahalex no! Juhust hehelp me!"

"I will I will! But I just wanna try something real quick.."

Alex mutters, starting to ruthlessly scratch at Aaron's sides.

Aaron instantly bursts into laughter, trying not to collapse while Alex coos at him.

"Your laugh is the cutest thing ever, Burr-cub!~"

"Nohoho! Dohohont cahahall mehehe thahat-!"

"Why not? It's true.~"

The islander teases, squishing the victims poor stomach. His laughter going up in pitch and he backs up a bit, only to fall backwards onto the bed.

Alex grins and crawls ontop of the shorter boy, continuing to squish.

"Aww! Look at your cute little ticklish tummy.~ Can't handle a few squishes, cutie?"

"Nonono shuhuhut u-uhuhuhup!"

"Well isn't that rude! I didn't wanna have to do this but I guess I gotta teach you a lesson!"

The taller grins evilly, taking a deep breath and slowly brings his face closer to Aaron's stomach. Ignoring the pleas and whimpers coming from the boy.

Alex presses his lips to his stomach, there was a beat before Alex blew a huge raspberry on the poor Burr-cub's tummy. Eliciting a loud shriek and

laughter from the usual calm boy, squeaking and squealing and pleading.

Tears pricking his eyes.

Alex stops, letting Aaron catch his breath before digging in under his arms.

Smirking at the surprised squeal he got, wiggling his fingers there.

"Nohohoho! Ahahahalex plehehease-! Juhuhust hehelp mehe!"

"But I am helping you! Say.. I never once heard you tell me to stop. Does that mean.."

"Nohoho-"

"My cute little Burr-cub.."

"Stohohop-!"

"Loves these tickle tickle tickles?~"

The long haired boy coos, digging in right under Aaron's ribs.

Jumping a bit at the shriek he got and starts to scratch there.

The shorters laughter getting high pitched and loud, arching his back a bit and snorting.

"Holy shit that was adorable!"

Alex squeals, using a hand to squish Aaron's stomach.

"I heard a scream is everything oka- aww!"

Hercules rushes in, his eyes sparkling at the site of the two boys.

Alex stops dead in his tracks and crawls off of Aaron, pulling his shirt down and kissing his cheek as a small apology before booking it.

Aaron pants, wrapping his arms around his stomach and shakily standing up. Glancing at Herc.

"H-How lohoud was I?"

"Very! But we didn't mind!"

"S..So everyone heard me?"

"Mhmm! We knew what was happening! It is Alex after all!"

"Oh fuck."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and squeals.

•The hamilsquad often go after the smfdr. They’re out numbered so all they can do is run or scream-

•Thomas is surprisingly an easy target. You poke his sides he’ll collapse on the ground. He’ll then proceed to try and get up but trip and fall. He’s a big klutz.

•James on the other hand will fight you until he can’t fight anymore or you get hurt. Or if he’s tired he’ll just curl up into a ball and probably hiss at you.

•Aaron will take none of your bull shit and run. The second he sees a smirk, a mischievous look in their eyes he’s out of there. He’s not that fast tho so Laf and John could easily catch him. (Herc and Alex are just as slow as Aaron-)

•Sometimes the hamilsquad just corners one of them because it’s funny to see how scared they look. Well at least Thom and Aaron. James will just stare at you.

•Washington has walked in on them going after one of them from time to time and just smiles before walking out. No one knows Wash has seen them.

•Thomas is fucking terrified of Alex. They have to work together most of the time so his guard is constantly up. While Alex just smirks because seeing that macaroni man scared as hell is hilarous to him.

•The smfdr have tried multiple times to fight back but cant.

•Washington has saved Thomas before because he was nearly in tears. And the meeting was supposed to start soon.

•That’s the only occasion the squad knows Washington has seen them. Alex regrets nothing tho.

•James has a softer and quieter laugh. Until you hit his stomach and then he can be a bit loud. Lots of squeaks.

•Thomas does mind tickles as much as he says he does. He has a loud and bubbly laugh that’s awfully contagious, it sounding much different from his regular cocky laugh. Lots of snorts and squeaks. Especially when you get to this spot right above his hips.

•Aaron’s laugh is also pretty loud and all over the place contrast to his regular calm and collected self. He will bite you if you go for his sides. Unless you’re Theodosia (Sr.) then I guess it’s fine. Lots of squeals.

Word Count: 745

A/N: Yaaay it’s finally finished!! :D this is my first time writing for Hamilton so it may not be amazing but I hope you all enjoy anyway :) this fic was heavily inspired by some of @secretly-tword-obsessed and @ticklishraspberries’s fics! Go check their stuff out, they both write amazing stuff! ✨

DISCLAIMER!! This fanfiction is NOT about the actual historical figures. It is based on the characters we see in the musical.

⚠️Also a warning for mentions of alc0h0l⚠️

Okay hope you all enjoy!! :)

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“LAHAHAF!!” Ah, great.

This almost always happened when they were drunk.

Well, not entirely drunk. You can tell they obviously aren’t sober, but sober enough to know what they’re doing.

“What’s the matter, Alexander? Ne peut pas gérer les chatouilles?~” God, it was teasing like that that made Hamilton wish he never was fluid in French. The fact that Lafayette was currently wiggling his fingers into Alexander’s underarms was embarrassing enough.

“CUHUT IHIT OHOHOUT!!” Alex squealed as Lafayette moved his hands down to his ribs.

To be honest though, it was Hamilton’s fault. A bit of silly banter had stirred up between the two, and a few playful insults had been passed from Alexander to Lafayette. Of course Laf knew Alex would never have meant it (the alcohol was the main reason), but he decided to punish him anyway.

And what better way than to wreck your friend with a method that wouldn’t even harm him?

“Oh? After what you said? Not a chance, mon ami.” Lafayette denied. Suddenly, a different voice called from the other side of the luckily remote bar as it was late at night.

“Don’t worry Alex, I got you!”

It was then Alex saw someone tackle Lafayette over. It was John Laurens, who had been on the verge of falling asleep with his head rested on his arms as he slumped on a table of the bar. That was until Hamilton’s squealing had snapped him out of it. On instinct, he went to help his friend in need.

Alexander took much needed breaths of oxygen, pushing himself upright as John pinned Lafayette on his back.

“Quick, Alex! Get him!” John cried, Lafayette pushing at him to try and make him fall off his waist.

“Get ohoff, secousse! Dohont help hihiHIM!!-“

Lafayette ended up cutting himself off with a bout of ticklish giggles as Hamilton began his vengeful tickle attack on his ribs.

“No talking to Laurens like that, Laf!” Alex scolded.

“aleHEXAndehEHEr!!” Lafayette protested, before Laurens placed a finger atop his smiling lips in jest.

“Ssshhhh. This is Alex’s time of victory. Not yours.” He quipped. Suddenly, Lafayette had squealed once Hamilton’s hands had travelled down to his hips. The two couldn’t help but laugh at the blushing Frenchman below them, who swore under his breath.

“Conahards.” He grumbled in embarrassment.

“I gotta hehehear that agahain!” Laurens declared, massaging circles into his hips while Hamilton tried his stomach, eliciting an even louder and more hilarious squeal than last time. Lafayette weakly squirmed and kicked under the two men, but to no avail.

“MEHEHERDE!” Lafayette cussed through his hysterics.

“Laf! Language!” Alex gasped, taking this as an excuse to torment his stomach more. However, the attackers felt a hand grab the backs of their coats as they were dragged off their victim.

It was Hercules Mulligan, who had only been to the bathroom for what, 5 minutes?! How the hell did a situation like this stir up so quickly?? But it didn’t matter, at least Lafayette was okay.

“C’mon guys, leave him alone.” He demanded playfully, releasing them once they were at least a few metres away. Mulligan rushed back to Lafayette, reaching out a hand for him to take. The Frenchman giggled residually as he took Mulligan’s hand, pulling himself back up with some of his leftover strength. “Yohou okay buddy?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s slightly reddened cheeks.

“Oui.” Laf nodded, staring with playful annoyance at the two who were quietly tittering together. Mulligan gave him a gentle nudge.

“Wanna go after them?” He asked, hushed so the other two didn’t hear. Lafayette nodded again, and the two started slowly creeping towards the two.

“The wahay he squealed though!” Alex chuckled.

“Yeheah! He was like-“ John had turned to notice the tailor and the Frenchman walking over, grinning evilly. “hoLY SHIT ALEX GET OUTTA HERE!” John scrambled around on the floor, before eventually standing up right and sprinting out the bar door.

“Huh?” Hamilton suddenly felt the pair of eyes on him, and he turned before screaming. Tripping over himself and nearly slipping on the floor, he too dashed out the door and out into the dimly lit street, the moon being the only thing giving it proper illumination.“GOGOGOGOGO QUIHIHICK!!” He cried. Neither of them had to be told twice as they desperately sought out a hiding place.